Indefinite

three.

"Eden..?" Alexander asked, grogily. He had finally woken up. Now I could get it over with.

As he woke up, he began struggling as he realized he was tied up. I could hear panic in his voice when he yelled out my name.

"I'm here." I said quietly from behind him, working at the small table I had moved to situate my needs. The small living room had been rearranged, nearly emptied, other than the dining chair he was in, a second chair for me, and the table I had moved.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? What's happening?" The concern in his voice was clear as day, and I was surprised he wasn't panicking.

"Oh, honey. I'm fine. You, on the other hand, will not be." I said in a cold tone, getting up and walking into his field of view, my right hand playing with my favorite hunting knife.

"What, what's happening?" He stuttered, freezing when he saw me, his eyes widening as he watched me play with my knife.

"I'm going to kill you." My voice was sickly sweet as I leaned close to him, caressing his cheek with the blunt end of my blade.

"Why? I didn't do anything?" Fear was evident in his voice, but the shock began wearing off.

"Obviously my boss disagrees." I smiled, walking back to the table and opening my duffel bag, trying to decide which weapon to start with.

Rule Number Seventeen: Play with your prey. Make sure they understand why they are going to die.

"The accident wasn't my fault. I didn't mean to... It wasn't... There wasn't anything I could do.." His voice cracked. I smiled, settling for the knife I had already gotten out.

"I believe you." I walked around him, my hand rubbing his shoulder, before squatting down in front of him, looking him in the eyes.

"So you're not going to kill me?"

"I'm a hitwoman. I have to kill you." I stated blatantly. "But I'll kill you quickly. It won't hurt... Too much."

"You don't look like a hitwoman." He hissed, and I could tell adrenaline was pumping through his veins.

"That's what makes me so deadly." I quickly embedded the knife in his side, and he let out a loud grunt of pain.

I pulled the knife out of his side before walking behind him again. I put my free hand on the side of his head to stabilize it, and let the blade touch his bare neck.

"I wish we could have met under different circumstances. You seemed like a good guy." I whispered in his ear before slitting his throat in one long swipe. I could hear his throat gurgle for a moment before his body slumped over, dead.

Rule Number Eighteen: Be skilled with your weapon. Clean cuts are always the quickest.

I slowly wiped the knife blade clean on his shirt before packing up all of my tools. I searched my duffel bag, grabbing one of the burners I had been given and dialing the only number programmed into the phone.

"Alexander." I said quickly before dropping the phone onto his lap, grabbing my things and leaving the house.

Rule Number Nineteen: Always clean up. If you can get someone else to do it, don't waste your time.

I tossed my suitcase and duffle bag into the back seat before starting my car and began driving.

Soon, I was on the highway, heading North West, leaving the East Coast behind me.
The scenery began changing, the trees thickening, as I got closer to my destination. I only had four more left to go, and I was free.

I glanced at my list, seeing the photo of Kathleen Dalton. A few targets back, I had to go into a neighboring town, so I made it a double mission; take out my target, and get to know Kathleen as well.

Rule Number Twenty: Take out two birds with one stone, if an option.

I hoped that she would remember me, even though she was going to be a bit of a challenge. Last time I had seen her, she was taking self defence classes, and karate. I knew my work was going to be cut out for me.

At least I had these next two days to come up with a plan before I made it to town.